Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Just Wanna Be, artist - The Game. Album song Blood Moon: Year Of The Wolf, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 13.10.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Entertainment One
Song language: English
I Just Wanna Be |
So, close |
But so, far away |
I just wanna be a dreamer |
I just wanna be a king |
I just wanna give us |
I just wanna be me, |
I just wanna be free |
I just wanna be |
I just wanna be |
I just wanna be |
Put on my Dre Beats when I don’t wanna hear the world talkin' |
The walls closing in, the studio feel like a coffin |
But I resurrect myself every time like I’m Jesus |
Rather walk on water in the streets niggas dying for Yeezy’s |
Niggas sleeping outside for them J’s know how it feel to be homeless even if |
its just for a day |
Some of us bow our heads down when we pray, some of us bow our heads down so |
you can miss us with a stray |
I grew up with DeSean let that young nigga play |
Turn to run a slant let the bullet fly Zimmerman’s way |
I did it Eminem’s way, when I was sitting with Dre |
It was Aftermath or die then, Busta told me ride in |
Snoop told me if you a dragon go spit that fire then |
Game of thrones, I made my home inside that lion’s den |
And all my enemies I don’t know where to find them |
But me I got like nine in |
The son of Maya Angelou and Martin Luther |
But my daddy was a crackhead, my mom was a booster |
Born in the belly of Medusa with the killers and the three time losers |
These cops pursue us, thug gangs recruit us, to carry on some torch, |
they were taught, would improve us |
As the system maneuvers, they just feed us manure |
They living in paradise, we shoot it out in the sewer |
I call myself Stat to remind myself not to be a statistic |
As the kush get twisted my consciousness get lifted |
We party with devils, digging graves with dull shovels |
Diamonds on my bezel my grind on some other level |
I’m subtle but won’t settle, all black clothes |
They say Stat you too ghetto, my pen wrapped in turbans |
My bombs, bass and treble |
Fell asleep in hell, I woke up living my dreams |
I’m a rebel |
I just wanna be a |
Dreamer, I see all these things with my eyes closed |
Woke up to reality, actually in fly clothes |
Life is such a gamble, I’m proof that the odds roll |
So anything we planning we do it colossal |
Hurt people that I know was dreamers, which means that just makes my grind |
meaner |
Let me turn my rhymes into a time machine and remind the people |
How dope these lines can be when you’re tryna reach the higher league |
You seem to bleed through the soul to the choir speakers |
I am preaching, to the younger nigga I used to be |
And usually it’s just inspiration that you can use to be |
Bigger than the world in a world where you are user free |
But still you live off of so much more than what you used to see |
But who the fuck am I kidding, this shit is even new to me (word) |
I got with Game, I got in the game, and I could chew a piece of this fresh |
cooked filet, I could eat it every day |
But I swear this the beginning, I be dreaming every day |